Awakening

Each evening, when it's time for bed, I awaken
From my waking slumber of languishment
And suddenly, my voice lifts,
Waking the restless dead.
I watch them dance
As my song unwinds--
Their playful antics goad me on.
My grandfather Saul, stoic in life,
Laughs like a madman, feasting on earthly delights.
All the gods are there as well,
Performing feats beyond recounting.
They rub my head, and say,
"You do this well!"
And I smile, and raise my voice
Which echoes against my walls like a bell.
Suddenly, I am awakened again,
This time by a banging on my wall, and a shout:
"Shut up!" it says. "I'm trying to sleep!"
And then the ghosts are gone,
As I lay silent, all too aware
That I am but one man.